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The royal flight, or, The conquest of Ireland a new farce.
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by my shoule and I think enough too K. J. A very good beginning by my Troth This is just Hey pass and be gone If the Conclusion be no better Ham. You are not Sir to judge of all the rest by the Cowardise of one Rascallion Slave Let 'em enjoy a Trivial Pass or two And let them all their Numerous Forces joyn There 's nothing won till they have won the Boyn ACT III. Scene 2. Representing a Sutler's Tent. Three Irish Captains 3 Irish Lieutenants 3 Irish Ensigns Sutler 1. Capt. Well Dear Joys what shall we drink this Morning Omnes E'en what you please Captain 1. Capt. Hey Sutler what 's the best Liquor by St. Patrick now Sutler All 's best my dear Joys Claret White-Wine Brandy Vsquebagh which you like best 1. Capt. Then bring us half a dozen Bottles of Claret better we drink it than the Hereticks have it They all drink three or four Healths about and then cease 1. Capt. Well my dear Joys have ye been at the King's Tent this Morning How goe Squares 2. Capt. Yesh I was at the King's Tent There was all in deep Considerations and Consultations not a great Officer to be spoken with and so I left 'em by St. Pautrick 3. Capt. What think you on 't Captain how does the Pulse of your Heart beat For by my shoule the Prince will make a quick push for t he encamps in the Plains of Dundalk this Night and then by my shoule he will be with us to Morrow 1. Capt. By my shoule my Heart beats but faintly The Devil tauke me now if I do love these French Men They begin to Tyrannise over us already 1. Lieutenant By St. Pautrick I had like to have run my skein through a French Captain's Guts but t'other Night for calling me Erish Teague however I flung a Glass of Wine in his Fash and had we not been parted I had let the Sun through his Body 2. Lieutenant By my shoule I will fight for his Majesty for my Relishions and for the Holy Fathers the Preistshs but I will not fight for the French 3. Lieutenant By St. Pautrick a Son of a ten thousand Fathers of a French Man told me to my Fash t'other day that he knew no King in Ireland but King Lewis I could ha' kickt him to Hell had I thought him worth the Devils acceptansh 1. Capt. Why this by my shoule it is dear Joys that makes the Pulse of my Heart beat so faintly By St. Pautrick I am in a quandary whether I shall fight or run for it 1. Ensign By my shoule dear Joy if I see you run I 'le follow with the Colours 2. Ensign By my shoule Captain I think it nonsense to fight for the French against his Majesty 1. Captain By St. Pautrick I think we shall be all of one mind by and by 3. Ensign I don't know noble Captain that ever we true born Irish ever disagree'd among our selves in these points 2. Capt. Suppose we should get the day and the French should come in and overrun our Wives and Foster Sisters what should we get by that 1. Lieutenant 'T is true I could be as cruel as another to another but not to my self but he 's cruel to himself that fights for him that intends him a mischief 3. Capt. And therefore 't is that I like the way of Massacring Hereticks much better than fighting with Hereticks 'T is a more Compendious way and done with less trouble 1. Capt. Why then dear Joy what think ye of make Petitions to his Majesty that the business may be decided by most at three throws I have a lucky hand at flinging sometimes 3. Ensign Or suppose you should lose the difference would be determined without Bloodshed and the Chance of Fortune the same 1. Ensign Or let three to three set foot to foot and they that fall first lose all 1. Cap. No Ensign there would be no Chance in that for then the Danes or the Dutch would be sure to win But what need all this dispute We are safe as yet there 's a Wall of Water between us nor any thing but their Cannons can hurt us and I hope that none of us were ever so Curst in our Mothers Bellies to be killed with a Cannon Bullet upon dry Land Hark by St. Pautrick the Drums are in an Uproar There 's Mischief at hand by Creesh Ensign look out and see what 's the matter Ensign goes out and returns 1. Ensign The Enemy's in view and we are all Commanded to our Posts 1. Capt. Nay then if they are so valiant as to fight with two the most mischievous of all the four Elements at once let every man do as God and St. Pautrick direct him Exeunt Omnes ACT III. Scene 3. Messenger D. of Berwick Sarsfield Mess PArdon great Sir the Tydings which I bring Of a lost Kingdom and a vanquish'd King D. of B. Speak out the dreaded Truth I fear my Royal Father still proves unsuccessful Mess Just as you say Sir Free Passage o're the Boyn the Enemies has gain'd Your Royal Father's Forces routed and dispersed and he himself hasting once more to reimbark for France Sarsfield Curse o' my Stars that I must be detach'd that day I would have wrested Victory out of Heretick Fortunes hands D. of B. Wert thou in the Engagement Friend Mess I was one of your Royal Father's Guard that day and being posted where he stood beheld the whole Action D. of B. Then give us the best acount of it thou canst For in his Letter to me my Father only tells me I must shift for my self Mess upon the 30th of June the Enemy encamped within sight of us the River Boyn being between Us and Them but it seems the P. of Orange did not think fit to Enterprise any thing that day in regard the Body of the Infantry and Artillery did not come up till late however we could discover him riding to and fro' to view the Posture of our Army and judg'd it was he by the Attendance that hover'd about him which made us fire with two Pieces of six pound Ball among the Thickest but as if all our Bullets had been Huguenots not one would touch him but one that only kissed the top of his shoulder and whispered him in the Ear as if Fortune had only sent to welcome him to the Boyn and encourage him the more to our Ruine Sarsfield Damn'd Traytor of a six Pounder No wonder we go thus to rack when our Bullets won't do their Office Mess The next day we were first attack'd by a great Body of the Enemy under Count Schomberg who having pass'd the River near to Slane forc'd his way through eight hundred Dragoons that guarded the Ford and being reinforc'd with fresh Succours after a small resistance routed all that opposed him and drave them as far as Duleek Sarsf That word small resistance makes me mad why small resistance i' the Devils Name Small Resistance